Harry Potter’s Morning Light

   Chapter 2485 "First Love Period"

  Georgianna found that the Thestral didn't eat the world, or that it wouldn't eat it without her hand, even though it was its favorite meat.

   It seems to have been hungry for a long time and has been following her, but fortunately no one can see it.

Before she goes to meet the British Ministry of Magic members, Georgiana intends to feed it a little, so as not to show up again later, but there is still some distance from her lounge to the stables, and she does not think Thestral will be willing to Go to the stables.

There is a fountain at the gate of the opera house, and Georgiana intends to let it wait there, but I don't know if the Thestral has not been completely domesticated. Anyway, she just didn't obey Georgiana's orders, so she had no choice but to find a chance to ride followed it to the fountain.

   "Wait for me here." Georgiana said to Yestral, turning to go back to the opera house.

   "How long?"

   She was stunned for a moment, then looked back and found a handsome man sitting on the back of the fountain.

   "You recognize who I am?" he asked.

   She did not speak.

   The real Sirius Black was dead, and what was in front of her at the moment was definitely a phantom.

   The man who looked a lot like Sirius walked up to Georgiana.

"you are not happy."

   "I'm not unhappy." She immediately retorted.

   "If you were happy, why did you keep your face sullen just now?"

  Georgianna didn't want to pay attention to this glib man, the real Sirius wouldn't be like him.

   "Ghosts sometimes haunt the world because they have unfinished business," the man said.

   She silently climbed the stairs. The man's explanation was even more unreliable. Sirius didn't even take care of his godson, so he went to the next journey. What else did he have to do?

   "Keep smiling, Pomona!"

   "Fuck you!" she yelled "Don't talk to me like that!"

   "What?" Fake Sirius asked with a grin.

   So she got even more angry.

   "You can tell me what upsets you."

   "Get away from me!" said Georgiana.

   Fake Sirius had to take two steps back.

   "Very beautiful ring." Fake Sirius pointed to her hand with a fire opal ring and said, "I heard you can summon phoenixes."

   She looked at him suspiciously.

   "I don't want to be burned by the phoenix flame." Fake Sirius said, taking a few big steps back until he was at a safe distance.

   So Georgiana turned away from the cold outdoors in a thin evening dress and returned to the warm interior.

   She looked down at the fire opal ring on her hand, which was exchanged by Bey's wife for half of the spoils after Napoleon's Battle of the Pyramids.

  It once belonged to a Naga, or a Garuda. It was not deliberately polished, and it still maintained the appearance of natural condensation, but the crystals inside were constantly changing like living things.

No one seems to be able to escape this, and what she has never got is much better than what she has, just like she just envied Napoleon and Josephine's "Fate" ring, ignoring the one in her own hand. ring.

   She turned around, but when she returned to the outdoors, there was no one else but Thestrals, not even the fake Sirius.

   There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and if you looked closely, there were only her own footprints, and she didn't see the footprints of Sirius who had chased after her a little while ago.

   "Stop pranking!" Georgiana yelled around, and then planned to go back, but the water from the fountain was full at this time, blocking her way.

She could cross it easily, but she didn't do that, because she noticed that there were vague reflections in the water, like a stream in summer, a waterwheel turning with the current, a mill, and two beautiful juvenile…

   "This place is full of memories."

   She turned her head in surprise and found that the "white wizard" appeared again.

   "Do you remember the three d's in Apparition?" Albus asked.

"Yes."

   He raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied with her answer.

   "Determination, purpose and poise," she replied.

   "Now I want you to answer me, what keeps you from Apparating in this world?" Albus asked.

   She thought quickly.

   "Where am I?" she asked.

  Albus didn't look very satisfied.

   "I've never been your brightest student," she muttered.

   "Why do you think that?" Albus asked.

   She didn't answer.

   "Because, you're a Hufflepuff?" Albus asked.

   "I don't think Hufflepuff stands for fools!" she said angrily.

   "I didn't think so either." Albus said calmly, "Can you tell me why you think I chose to be against Grindelwald?"

   "Because you lost Arianna." She trembled. "You know war means more to lose, not because there are more Muggles than wizards."

  Albus didn't answer her, but circled the fountain, and she did the same, keeping her distance from him.

   "We used to go for walks together." Albus said, "Can't we go back?"

   "Have you ever thought that if Harry wasn't a Horcrux, you would have killed an innocent man." She replied, "Would your conscience be disturbed?"

   "Two people, and Severus Snape," he said calmly. "He didn't want to kill me, I made him do it."

   "What do you want to do?" she asked.

  Albus looked down at the pool of water gushing from the fountain. The two teenagers had entered the mill. They stood facing each other, and then cut their arms, allowing blood to seep out.

   But those two drops of blood fell to the ground, but entwined with each other, eventually turning into a gorgeous bottle.

   "This thing has made me miserable for a long time." Albus looked at the bottle and said, "As long as the slightest thought of hurting him, it will punish me, so I have to give it to him for safekeeping."

   "But you asked Newt Scamander to get it back. Why did you do that? Keep putting it with Grindelwald and then figure out a plan against him?"

  Albus didn't answer right away.

   "When the pain goes away, the happiness comes back." Albus said sadly, "I still miss him much more than dealing with him and hurting him."

   "Like that coffee table?" she teased.

   "We've all been young." Albus stroked Yestral's head with his charred hand. "Time always flies by when I'm with him, and the day goes by in the blink of an eye."

   "So you made a deluminator, hoping the days would be a little longer?" she asked.

  Albus was still stroking Yestral.

   "Maybe I just want to borrow some light." Albus smiled and said, "It's troublesome to practice other spells while flashing with fluorescent light."

   She was confused.

"We discussed why magic is only possessed by a small minority of people, and I made a hypothesis, because those people are going to seek truth," Albus said. "It's like someone using electricity just to laugh at a box, someone else Lights are hard to read."

   "You're talking about TV, Albus."

"This 'gift' only comes to those who have a higher pursuit of life." Albus went on to say, "If the world is in our hands, it will benefit all mankind, because we give all for freedom and truth. "

   "Albus..." she said sympathetically.

   "I was a child then." Dumbledore put down his hand. "Who wasn't stupid when he was young?"

   She stopped talking.

   "I know, you want to revitalize your academy." Albus said, "So it put too much pressure and expectation on young Cedric."

   "Stop talking," she said in pain.

"You can also forget about Harry Potter. I don't want to let a young man die bravely. In fact, I have tried everything I can think of to save his life, including the Deathly Hallows." Albus said. "When Voldemort tried to kill Harry with the Elder Wand, he was already the owner of the Elder Wand."

   "The Elder Wand is the most unfaithful wand, and it can betray at any time."

   "It can betray wizards, but it will not betray fate. Don't forget that it also has a nickname called 'The Rod of Destiny'. Its core is..."

   "Thestral's tail feathers." She said, looking at the Thestral beside Dumbledore.

"In fairy tales, the **** of death picks an elderberry branch as the body of the Elder Wand, but the Thestral is not mentioned in the whole story." Albus said, "Have you ever wondered how this legend came about? ?"

   She couldn't answer.

   "Inspirational, isn't it?" said Albus. "It was discovered by Gellert, but I hadn't seen Thestral at the time, and I doubted it even existed."

   "Can Gellert see?" she asked.

"Unfortunately, I didn't ask, but I saw Thestral was after Arianna died, and I thought about using the time-turner to go back to the day when she was attacked, even if it was me at the time, to deal with three Muggles It's not a problem," Albus said.

   "Why didn't you do that?"

   "You tell me." Albus asked rhetorically.

   "Being a wise man has a price." She thought for a moment and said, "Only by remembering this pain, you will not follow him to do stupid things."

   "I hope you don't understand." Albus said sadly, "Why not stay at Hogwarts?"

   "I'm glad he's still alive." She said a moment later "Also, I want to be with him."

   "Don't be Queenie," Albus whispered.

   "She's married to a Muggle, and I'm married to a former Death Eater."

   "You know what I'm talking about," said Albus.

   She didn't want to continue talking, so she left the fountain and went back indoors.

   The lights in the room were bright, and she was dizzy, only to realize that she was still in the private room.

   "Are you all right?" Charlotte asked.

  Georgianna looked down at the people who were leaving. The theater was semi-circular, unlike Lestrange's family cemetery, which was circular.

   "I'm fine." She said, supporting Charlotte. "Thank you, honey."

   "Why are you so old-fashioned." Charlotte complained, "You sound like you're old."

  Georgianna smiled bitterly.

   Living to the age of Albus, even love can't hurt him, he is only over a hundred years old, and magical creatures have a lifespan of two or three hundred years, what will she do at that time?

   (end of this chapter)